It’s a fracture, nothing more, nothing less

We call it a leg fracture

Or a fracture to the top of the leg

For those who like the technical aspect, a fracture to the neck of the femur.

We do not call it a hip fracture

That’s reserved for the elderly of the population

So I am told

And just to endorse this interesting way of thinking, as I stood making a cup of tea from the provided polystyrene cups in the kitchenette of the Orthopaedic Ward, a nurse politely told me that if I was getting a cuppa for a patient, I should use the glass cups with the handle. She kindly informed me the elderly couldn’t hold the polystyrene cups.

What am I? Old? Surely not! And does MOD look like he can’t handle a little polystyrene?

We aren’t in a geriatric ward, the boy across the aisle is just that, a boy, of 29, with a fractured hip.

Oh please

Our newest adventure started on a cool Sunday night in early December. Yes that’s last year. I kissed and waved MOD off to ice hockey, delivered the flippant but standard, “be careful out there on the ice, I may not be able to tell you from your 25 year old team mates when you skate, but just remember you aren’t that age. Ha ha”

Ha Ha

Indeed

As I hopped into bed at 10pm that night I picked up my phone to set the alarm. A missed call from MOD. This couldn’t be good. A quick phone call and a tale of ‘I’ve hurt my hip, the ambos are here, just wanted to let you know I might be late. No, don’t come to the rink, if I can’t move in about 30 minutes I might go to the hospital. I will let you know. But I will be late home’.

Right MOD

As if

A short uber ride later I walked into the sick bay at the ice rink

It wasn’t pretty

Seven hours in the passageway of the Emergency Department lying on a gurney, also not pretty

Pins and plates and the first ever hospital stay for MOD, not pretty

Twelve weeks on crutches

No, not pretty

And that’s where I’ve been for the last little while folks.  MOD HAS been a MODel patient. Doesn’t complain about the changes to his, and our life. And with one week to X-ray D-day, there is light at the end of the tunnel.

So …….more to follow on this adventure. Or not.

Although I am pretty sure it won’t come close to our last lot of adventures posted on this very site.

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